They called him the Mafia King, but I knew him as the devil who ripped my sister from this world. My mission was sacred: vengeance. My method:Seduce the beast, then plunge the knife deep when he least expects it. I stepped into his world and offered him my supposed innocence, and like all devils, he took the bait. ​Dominic Sokolov didn’t just want me; he claimed me. Every possessive stare, every burning touch, every depraved whisper chipped away at the vengeance that once fueled my soul. He was a poison I craved, a sin I embraced, and with every scorching kiss, the bullet meant for his heart began to feel like my own. But a devil always finds his due. And when he discovers the assassin hidden beneath the lover, I know what waits. ​A hell far worse than death itself.

Rhys Alden was the only man I had ever wanted, and the one I was not allowed to have. He was my brother’s best friend, which made our secret, silent arrangement treason. Every night when came over, he sneaked into my room for a midnight hookup while the rest of my family slept, oblivious. ​I agreed to his conditions of no attachments, accepting the role of his easy, temporary lover because I was terrified to tell him I had been hopelessly, deeply in love with him since I was a teenager. But loving a man who saw me as convenient was a slow kind of self-destruction. ​What could possibly go wrong?